When Winnie returned from her phone call, Channing had already made dinner and the smell of food was coming through.

It was quite late now and she was really hungry.

Winnie walked over and sat at the table, "Did you ...... go back to see your sister."

"Went."

"So how is she doing these days?"

Channing placed the bowl in front of her and then sat down, "You can just ask her."

Winnie gave a token smile and didn't answer.

In the past few years, she has never had the courage to face Stella, at most, she just sends greetings on New Year's Day, and then buys some gifts for the children and sends them over.

She kept her head down and ate in silence.

The room was quiet with only the sound of the TV echoing.

After a while, Channing's cell phone rang.

He swiped the screen to connect, and two milky voices soon came from the other end of the line -

"Uncle Chan!"

"Uncle Chan~"

Channing's voice trailed off, "What's wrong?"

"When are you coming back? Lala misses you."

"Lele also wants to Uncle Chan oh."

Channing's lips curved gently: "Uncle Chan will be back tomorrow."

Winnie's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, why didn't she go back today?

Soon, the phone was answered by Stella: "Chan, it's raining outside, are you still at the office?"

"No."

"So have you eaten yet, if you haven't come over here and I'll make it for you."

from him who was almost

the two little girls to the bath first,

up the phone, Channing spoke, "Was the

second before she realized he was asking herself and nodded her head in a panic:

you hold and eat

Winnie: "......"

thought about it, or put down the bowl and looked up at him, "Why don't you hurry

down his phone and said lightly, "They'll be asleep by the

went back to eating her

moment, got up

or happy,

the couch and picked up his blazer, glancing at her, "You have too happy

"It's ...... is it?"

immediately adjusted her mood and watched him

the sound of the door closing came that she felt her

saw the untouched dishes across the table, the smile at the corner of his mouth was

say that he didn't

it's so easy to make it and you

the balcony with her head hanging, looking out at the crackling rain, her hand propped

something, stood up straight, and then hurriedly towards the door, halfway, she turned back and trotted into the bedroom, put on a hat mask sunglasses, and set a hooded jacket, wrapped inside and outside three layers, even the paparazzi with cameras dislike the degree of head are not

ran two

she got home, Winnie took off her coat, poured a glass of water, tilted her head back and swallowed the medicine, tore up the bag again and threw it in

back into the couch and let out a long

and felt a little pinch on her

went back and touched

and the corners of her lips pursed

He fell again.

for a while before putting the pen down and getting

out of the shower, she walked over to the dining room table and cleaned up

made all these dishes

Winnie lay in bed, listening to the rain outside,

sleep, picked up the tablet, opened the variety show has seen countless times,

eyes seemed to be

light in her eyes

set the tablet aside, played Variety, and slowly

Another night passed.

still drizzling

or the reason she didn't sleep much all night, but her whole mental

coming out, the assistant's

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